"Little Huma, are you alright? Say something..."
"Damn kid, don't scare your Second Master! You're still young; I can't afford to lose you, my life wouldn't be enough to compensate..."
"Which evil spirit is so bold as to conjure this demonic fog to block us? If I catch you, I'll shove you into a dung pit..."
"PTOOEY, PTOOEY, BLECH!"
Outside the forest, Second Master, Old Yangpi, and the others waiting were already terrified.
Just a moment ago, they were outside burning incense and making offerings when they suddenly heard a gale rise from the direction of Juehu Village, accompanied by wails and howls. Before long, they even heard thunder rumbling. The sky above them grew so dim it felt as if night had fallen instantly.
Consumed by worry, they then heard a final, deafening boom. The earth trembled, sending sand and stones flying. Though they were a full mile from the village, the massive tremor knocked them flat on their backsides.
